Mu Shuoqian closed the magazine and looked out of the lowered car window.
"I’m hungry."
The driver-cum-nanny, Yuan Yi, sat even straighter than before, pretending he hadn’t heard a thing.
Gu Qili, realizing belatedly that he was speaking to her, thought for a mont before asking, "What do you want to eat?"
He glanced down at her, silent, cold, and detached.
Gu Qili rubbed her head in defeat: "Alright, let’s have rice noodles."
He never liked to make decisions on such trivial matters, as it would be a waste of his precious brain cells.
Yuan Yi finally moved a bit, pondered, and after catching a glimpse in the rear-view mirror and seeing Mu Shuoqian unmoved, he respectfully asked, "Madam, please lead the way."
Every ti Yuan Yi called her Madam, Gu Qili felt a shiver of discomfort, but since Mu Shuoqian accepted it, she had no choice but to endure.
Since it was all an act, it needed to look convincing. If his driver kept calling her Miss Gu, what would the people from the Mu Family think?
Her favorite rice noodle restaurant wasn’t far, just around the corner. It was past lunchti, and there were no custors in the shop, enabling the staff to gather around a table to eat.
As soone lifted the curtain at the entrance, the little ornants hanging there shouted: "Guests are coming, guests are coming."
A server quickly got up to greet them. Gu Qili, in her Australian University uniform, was recognized by the server, but the elegant, cold-faced man with her was new. Definitely not a student, but his distinguished deanor was truly captivating.
"I’d like a vegetable hotpot with rice noodles, add a portion of tenderloin, pea tips, magnolia petals, and tofu skin, oh, and add extra noodles," Gu Qili ordered smoothly, handing the nu to the server who hesitated to take it.
Looking over suspiciously, she caught the server staring intently at Mu Shuoqian, swallowing hard with unabashed fascination.
It was no wonder she was so captivated; soone with Mu Shuoqian’s noble and imposing aura, and exquisite appearance seed out of place in this humble, cramped little shop, truly a case of a gem brightening a simple setting.
Not only the young server was stunned; even the nearby servers eating their al were blushing and whispering among themselves, so even sneakily pulling out phones to take a picture.
Yuan Yi, sitting in a corner, glanced over; the usually expressionless face now nacingly warning, which was quite frightening, ensuring the servers quickly put their phones away.
Gu Qili lightly tapped the distracted server with the nu, who imdiately snapped back to reality and sheepishly said, "Right away, right away."
The server went to the kitchen to pass on the order, while others at the table made gestures towards her, implying that she was lucky to be in close proximity to a handso man.
While waiting for the al, Gu Qili casually looked at the colorful Post-it notes on the wall.
The store, primarily catering to students, followed the current trend, decorating the walls with warm wallpaper and placing various shaped Post-its on the tables for anyone who wanted to freely express their thoughts or unrevealed secrets, which they could then stick to the wall.
The ssages were mostly anonymous, at most, signed with a single letter of a na.
Every ti she ca here for rice noodles, Gu Qili would look for new ssages, usually finding declarations of love or hate and occasionally threats of mutual destruction.
"Is this about you?" The man sitting across from her, who had been expressionless this whole ti, suddenly laid a pale blue note in front of her.
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